...Kevin King 2005 the minnesota review 2005 55 Kevin King Obit: Mohammed Mossadeq (The History You Don't Know, Declassified) In '52 Mossadeq got word of his impending assassination by the CIA. Paranoid, he took to his bed, often...

...Janée J. Baugher © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Janée J. Baugher What Children Know Dandelions yellow under nails nail coffins shut. The yellow of senses are sensed from a distance where pigtails bob and the thickness of June is immortal. Yellow feet-pajamas...

... that to uncover the richness of the material world, including how it affects us and its implications for our lives, we need to know what it is made of; in other words, what actually makes up the objects and things that we need and use? Documentation science complements and supports Lehmann's call for...

...Wang Ning The issue of modernity with regard to the function of translation has been one of the most cutting-edge theoretical topics in both Chinese and international contexts, especially in dealing with globalization and world literature. As we know, modernity functioned both politically and...

...Emily O'Neill © 2016 Emily O'Neill 2016 Emily O’Neill a story so touching it must be told with a whip how can you go home when your mother calls you James & everyone else knows you’re Candy do you ever get tired of changing clothes & beating your face in doorways can’t pay for anything...

..., i followed the stars to the bayou and met you in the water, we danced a juba underneath the cypress and mighty oak; say praise for the dark that holds us in disguise, praise the map we know, praise what keeps us here: these rattling bones swaying in exaltation. or, i met you in the water, at...

...Tom Boswell © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 11 Tom Boswell Black is the color of my true love for Paul I wish to see the streets swell with these earnest Americans, knowing full well that the larger the crowd, the more alone I will feel. Today I...

...Jason Bredle © 2015 Jason Bredle 2015 Jason Bredle 52-Hertz Whale We began to speak exclusively in metaphors —​ a fight broke out at a tulip festival between a bear in a diaper and a guy in tight pants who could shoot lasers from his eyes, if you know what I mean...

... pools and attentive staff. The other’s a town in the interior, hordes scratching dirt with rakes. That one’s a deck of marked cards, the other a blank book of creamy pages. Back and forth between windows, fort/da, the fear of losing or the freedom of knowing...

... prisoners like you, taxi driver, into ghosts. Our techniques are as simple as water and cloth, the locations we bruise. No one else knows you are here. Give us something: tell us names. Tonight, cry something other than Allah. Tell us names tonight. Cry something. Other than Allah...

...Ed Skoog © 2014 Ed Skoog 2014 Ed Skoog On the Ghost Ship Lollipop A time at Crater Lake, this snag floating around what, a century or nobody knows, but the thing is the old tree wherever it battered down from doesn’t sink...

.... And in the heart of the inner giant are a man, a woman, and a small bird. The bird is in the hands of the woman. The woman holds her hands out to the man. The woman asks if the bird in her hands is alive or dead. The man doesn’t know. The giants know and cannot say. The giants hope the man...

... holds her hands out to the man. The woman asks if the bird in her hands is alive or dead. The man doesn’t know. The giants know and cannot say. The giants hope the man stays silent. But the man says, The bird is dead. The woman releases the bird. The giants reach out to catch the bird, but miss...

... to the two of yours that have sorted metal from man and found only wreckage. Rifled through fused dog tags and welds of limbs, wondering who began where. How are the rifles connected? I know you see yourself in one chopper, somewhere in those three seconds...

...Valerie Bandura © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Valerie Bandura Step Right Up This is how I see it: from the same mother came two fists —​I mean sisters, and in one was hidden a prize. Any sane person would guess the sane sister won. I don’t know, sometimes I...

...Alisa Gordaneer © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 27 Alisa Gordaneer resignation fantasy it will happen in a flash, before you know what you are doing but it will be too late. you will speak your mind, at last, shout out that no, you will not work overtime one more day you will not...

... Lisieux the little flower I picked for you browning away in a mason jar sitting for weeks now you know I love you more than your geranium wishes for a change of scenery a bee to invest- igate its petals real aw shucks-like yep even sitting down to write in the...

... me what’s hiding in your dresser drawers, what I can keep, what not to read, what gets tossed into the river. [Pause] Hell, I don’t know any priests. Is that blood? IS THAT BLOOD? Don’t freak out. I said stop freaking out! Just let me know if you think you’re gonna ralph. I’m going to need to...

... told you it’s all a load of shit. I heard Steve’s still alive, and he never got over the day you died. He’s been married, divorced, moved away. I have those letters you wrote and never sent, and I wonder if you would have liked me to give them to him. I didn’t know you...

... eyes. no, we open on eyes, two of them like eggs drooling on a plate. no, the word of the day. we open on a door that opens on a graveyard so you think we’re in a church or the home of a man who tends to graveyards, also known as a sexton. yes, we all know about the graveyard shift: the...